The cicadas are loud today Singing their merry creed to the summer heat Like lovers Summer and cicada Star crossed and long distance They use the only words they know how Trrrrrp trrrrrp trrrp the cicadas sing The summer heats up A southerly breeze blows And the cicadas sing The breeze coaxes leaves from the… Continue reading Summer shade
I'm Australian. Like, as in, I was born here. Blood-nationality (if there even really is such a random notion) I'm like a slow-cooked stew. But that is not at all what I wanna talk about today. actually I don't really wanna talk about anything. (But here we are ...) Why don't I want to do anything? Cause it is fucking hot here!